MY SISTER’S BLUE EARRINGS

I hid behind the door;
The clock struck four.
My sister entered the room,
And sought for the broom,
Which was near my feet.
My heart skipped a beat;
My body started to lose its heat;
“God, save me!”, I started to repeat.
Mom’s voice came from the kitchen,
Just in time, It saved my mission.
I went under the bed
And got a hit in my head.
Her sudden re-entry here,
I literally started to fear.
She found the broom
And bend to the ground.
Then started to sweep,
It activated my silent weep.
Within a second the bell rang,
She went out with an immediate bang.
Slowly I sprang out under my bed
And tried acting smart.
Finally reached her dressing table,
Where I found her comb and label.
“Search, Search and Search”,
Whispered as I seated on a perch.
Here it is, her blue earrings, I just said;
I took it with me and fled.
With great relief, I sat in my room space.
And Slyly waited to see her gloomy face.

IT’S TIME FOR A RIDE

Listen, my mate, It’s time for a ride,
To face the uncertain future with pride.
It is a shame to be afraid,
Though you came out of the womb and cried.
Fear of death, which forces you to live;
Offerings of love, never rid to give.
Vanity should not affect your humanity;
Never leave a soul alone in humility!
Though our world is affected by corona’s invasion,
The people started to learn a new lesson.
Love is the only hope-giving light;
Humanity shines even at night,
When people pack food for the sufferers;
When they write “Thank You” to the doctors.
For once, we can laugh at a common enemy.
We had never seen humans so united
And we can overcome this together!

MOM, DO YOU KNOW MY FIRST LOVE?

I couldn’t remember my first cry;
I couldn’t remember my first smile,
But I bet my first cry made you grin;
Though you were in immense pain.
And my first smile made you cry,
Though you were in eternal joy.
I cherished the warmth of your womb.
For that, I owe the warmth in your palm.
You proffered me your heartbeat,
With that my heart is pounding now.
You bestowed me your blood and heat,
For which mine is in an endless flow.
You gave me your happiness,
For which I am alive with my soul.
The one who not envy my delight,
You who is the cure to my plight.
In my sky, you are the only brightest star;
I love you, Mom, for what you are!
My lovely aged divine dove,
Know that you are my first love.

THANK YOU, GOD, FOR WHAT I AM.

Oh my God! Listen to me!

The only thing which makes me glee,

Is the feeling of being free.

I want the life of air;

I am the joy’s only heir.

I need no one to take care, 

And to live a life without fear. 

There are words, hurting me still, 

But I always pretend to be chill. 

I can do anything, that you ask, 

If you are with me in every task. 

Though things deceive my mind,

I have the will, which helps me to find;

The true face, loving and kind. 

I bear the soul full of hope, 

The darkness that deceives me here is nope. 

I don’t give up on my lovable folk,

No evil in this world can make me choke. 

I believe everyone being good and firm,

But I don’t believe the devil inside them. 

Upon the cloud, I shout aloud, 

“I am so proud of living among beloved;

Thanks for this life, that you allowed.”

Who is she?

She is a fool,
Who wants to live a happy life which is possible only in her dream.
She is a fool,
Who smiles only when she pretends to be happy.
She is a fool,
Who demands respect from the people to whom she is invisible.
She is a fool,
Who earns nothing but scoldings as a bonus for her hard work.
She is a fool,
Who travels in the path in which she gets rotten at the end.
She is a fool,
Who locks her talents with her tears for the sake of love.
She is a fool,
Who blames herself to hide the mistakes of the hypocrites.
She is a fool,
Who knows the answer but shut her lips to be disgraced.
She is a fool,
Who deleted her dreams with the keys of male plus control.
She is a fool,
Who runs directly into the cage to tie her wings in the name marriage.
She is a fool,
Who destined to be quiet when her voice raising up to scream.
She is a fool,
Who lives with the sadist even tortured to pain and death.
She is a fool,
Who ruins herself to construct the life of her ungrateful son.
She is a fool,
Who loves to dance but burns her legs by heavy household toil.
She is a fool,
Who covers herself in a heavy cloak though it is rough and hot.
She is a fool,
Who shuts her mouth tightly when injustice engulfs her.
She is a fool,
Who hides from society though she is innocent.
She is a fool,
Who always expects love from those who hate her.
She is a fool,
Who is wise and deserves a lot but ended as a fool.

After Love....

After love
I imagined myself 
As a dove
That flies with a satisfaction
In its life.
But my reality
As a wife
It is a throat-
Cutting knife
In the form of
Betrayal and boredom.
Eventually, I lost my freedom.
My dreams 
To him like his shaving cream
Wipe me out after use
and has my love to abuse.